Volume 1, Chapter 31: None of Your Business

Chu Yuting sat there, watching Chu Ci hold Shen Zhiyi's hand. A faint smile curled the corners of her lips, and a trace of calculation flickered in the depths of her eyes.

Xu Lingfeng pulled a cigarette from his crumpled suit and stuck it in his mouth. He bent down to pick up a chair leg, tapping it against his hand with a nonchalant air, looking exactly like a down-and-out old hooligan. Yet, in the territory of Xuzhou, the mere presence of a first-rank sect, the Hundred Refinement Valley, kept him, a thousand-household official, firmly under its thumb.

Zhong Nan followed Qiu Xiang back to the Ma residence, though he couldn't help but wonder if he would soon be assigned an identification number like "9527."

After Yin Yi had Li Bao counter-track and monitor the two YG students, she disabled the information shielding. The moment Xiao Yuzhou stepped off the stage, he received the point tally from Yin Yi.

Zhuge Tianji suddenly jolted, shook his head, and frowned, staring at Zhao Xuandao beside him with utter confusion.

Lin Xi changed his clothes. Inside the wardrobe of one of his rooms, there were hundreds, if not thousands, of outfits.

"Auntie will take you to the hospital to get checked out. Come on, let's go now," Si Caiqin said hurriedly.

Qiao Yuanxi was clearly a normal person. Training was one thing, but she had no desire to wander day and night in this dark, sunless devil's den.

Lu Liang was taken aback. He was indeed aware of the situation, but he hadn't expected the guy to be so true to his word.

Silently cursing Jones for his stupidity, Zohan intended to step forward and interrupt his attack preparation. He knew that although Zohan’s technique was powerful, the preparation time was terrifyingly long. His recent training gave him the confidence to disrupt Zohan before the full force of the move could be unleashed.

Seeing that Yun Xuan still refused to give up, anger surged within the scarred man. His sinister, grim expression grew even more ferocious.

Just then, a dart pierced through a bullet with precision. Before the assassin who fired the shot could even see what happened, a rose-shaped dart was already embedded in his chest. His handgun cracked and shattered to the ground, and he dropped dead on the spot.

To their utter shock, Lu You did not stop. With a flick of his wrist, dozens of Fire Talismans flew from his hand, instantly streaking toward the targets within the lair of the Ito family.

"Wang Sanshuai, what are you doing! Don't embarrass me here!" I shouted at the chubby man.

Fine, Lei Chen finally admitted helplessly that if it happened again, he would still use the same method on her. He sat in his chair, staring at the television, feeling somewhat distracted. Who exactly was this Duanmu Qing?

On the spirit-testing stone, the deeper the color that bloomed, the stronger that specific attribute was, and it would also indicate the grade of one's immortal root.

Beneath the ancient Amitabha Buddha sat a man in meditation. He, too, opened his eyes, gazing in the same direction as the Buddha—toward the star of Shouyang!

The red-clad vengeful spirit whipped her soft lash, causing it to vibrate rapidly. Lei Chen was first slammed into the ceiling, shattering it, and then crashed heavily into the wall. The violent impact made stars dance before his eyes, and he could no longer hold onto his flying sword, which fell to the ground.

Zhu Laoliu, who had appeared from nowhere, smacked Meng Qi on the head. Seeing Zhu Laoliu looking disheveled with a lipstick mark still on his face, Meng Qi’s eyelids twitched.

The two stepped into the competition arena. The moment they entered, the entire field split into two sides: one filled with green wind-attribute energy, the other with red fire-attribute energy. The two elements intermingled, creating a powerful pressure that made the entire arena tremble, as if the surrounding formations were on the verge of shattering.

"Elder Beishan, what do you mean by this!" Facing the lifeless men in black surrounding him, Qin Chuan narrowed his eyes, suppressing his rage as he demanded an answer.

That was a Profound-rank martial skill. Wang Yan knew that with his brother's cultivation level, it was impossible for him to master such a skill in such a short time. Even for her, it would be impossible to master it quickly, let alone teach it to others.

Luo Chen sensed that the crystal energy within the ironware was nearly depleted. He released his mental control and set them down.

This was quite the spectacle, like Sun Wukong returning to the Mountain of Flowers and Fruit. The red-haired monkey was incredibly dashing, dragging the Dragon-Binding Stake around, running and hopping here and there.

Ba-aote's army stood ten miles away from the hill. Watching the soldiers of Milo charge over the ridge, Ba-aote did not panic, nor did he order a counterattack; instead, he watched with a cold sneer as Milo led his troops to the assault.

Qian Wu agreed to Li Qiu with some reluctance, but Li Qiu laid out the harsh reality once again.

At this moment, the continent's fifteen million troops, despite losing over a million, had suffered far fewer casualties than everyone had anticipated. Considering how few enemies they faced, trading over a million lives for about six hundred thousand of the enemy’s was completely beyond everyone's expectations.

Suddenly, a loud laugh echoed from afar. A man flew through the air, his presence making even Lin Wangfeng feel a sense of oppression in his heart. Behind him followed three people on flying swords—the very three they had been in contact with.

Quan Yingcao stopped speaking, preparing to take Zhang Nan back to the Mingyue Sect. Recalling how she had been so overcome with joy that she had hugged this half-grown boy, a faint blush spread across her face.

Li Xun truly could not suppress the shock in his heart. His thoughts uncontrollably drifted backward, retreating into memories that had long since faded.

As for those elite disciples with powerful backgrounds, no matter how extraordinary their strength, Wang Yuetian had excluded them during the very first screening.

Upon hearing the news, Wu Kai’s expression shifted slightly. He asked the intelligent robot, "Wu Hu! Immediately identify the nationality of this submarine!" With that, he turned and walked into the cabin.

"As I thought, they aren't simple; they actually managed to get their hands on a sniper rifle!" Wei Feng thought to himself, locking onto a certain direction while silently calculating in his mind.

Ye Feng said with exaggerated surprise, "I came back to win glory for the country, not to be a substitute. I only believe in strength. With strength, it’s the same wherever I go. I don't feel I have any opponents." The reporter clearly hadn't expected such a response and was left speechless.

"I think we can establish a Yangtze River Patrol Detachment, responsible for the shipping and public safety of the Yangtze River, and build a defensive fortress at Wusongkou in Shanghai to guard the entrance to the river," Shen Shou-ang suggested.

The next few days passed peacefully, with no sightings of other students or scenes of slaughter.

Bao Hu sat down, looking very serene as she let Leng Ziquan take her picture. Leng Ziquan was filled with inexplicable joy, thinking: with a photo of Bao Hu, as long as he showed it to his father and uncle, the two elders would surely agree to let her become his wife.